I finally got into the doctor last night.
It couldn't be easy though.
I went to my family doctor's After Hours Clinic where the Snookified girl behind the counter told me it was going to be a two hour wait.
A TWO HOUR WAIT?!?!
Did you seriously say that right?
There is no way I was going to sit there surrounded by sick puking children and snotty old men for two hours.
So Husband drove me to the nearest Take Care Clinic where the sweet pregnant little nurse practitioner told me, "Honey this is the worst case of poison ivy I have seen yet this year!"
She kept going back to my chest area where it was the worst.
She was making me nervous with every twitch her mouth made.
I mean what the fuck lady just tell me I am dying already!
She then softly whispered that she would be prescribing me PREDNISONE.
This picture came to mind
and I thought about crying.
I am hoping that by working out it will counter act my fat girl status over the next two weeks.
Of course I can't work out until the poison ivy is gone...
I am hoping that since for the first two days I have to throw down 6 mutha fucking pills that it's gone quick!
6 pills for 2 days.
5 pills for 2 days.
4 pills for 2 days...
And so on and so forth.
Anybody else taken this and did you get a serious case of the munchies, too?
Husband just laughed.
He thinks it's funny.
I am not really seeing any humor in it yet.
Maybe 20 years from now.
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